Wooin never listened. You’ve scolded him way too many times, trying to get some sense into him, but he never took you seriously. He’d joke as if coming to your apartment with a bleeding head was normal.

You got sick of it. You’ve bore enough, so you called for a break. Wooin was bitter about it, always the selfish one, but you didn’t chase him. Until days later, he shows up at your door fresh out a fight. He looks empty. He misses you.

“I’ll behave.” Wooin says. “Just take me back, baby.”